Jason took off running, and Taniel, without a second thought, followed in his tracks.
Bondi, Finch, and the rest were a beat slower, but they didn’t hesitate either.
After numerous dangerous encounters, they had already come to trust Jason implicitly.
But the individuals from the Mystical Side around them, had not.
They watched perplexed as Jason and his group dashed away.
However, those who were more cautious among them also chose to retreat.
And just at that moment!
One round object after another tumbled down the narrow streets of Pea Street.
The special force field representing “Protection Against Evil” appeared yet again, and Jason experienced the agony of having his innards cut once more.
Lethal injuries could be healed.
But physical strength might not have recovered.
Involuntarily, a thought surfaced in Jason’s mind:
I must save up jerky for the future!
The thought didn’t slow down Jason’s actions one bit.
The special force field of “Protection Against Evil” appeared over his body again and again.
Quantity can lead to a qualitative change.
The continual special force fields might not be able to confront this immensely powerful force head-on.
But they were enough to resist the edge of this force!
Jason could clearly feel that the cold strength clustering around him became slightly sluggish.
Taniel, whose body was almost twisted into a pretzel, sensed it too.
The young teacher from Deer Academy grabbed Finch, who was closest to him, and lunged forward, both tumbling ahead.
Bondi saw it and immediately seized a nearby detective, also plunging forward in a roll.
With an example set, the remaining detectives and officers followed suit.
They only knew it was brief.
But for those on the brink, it was enough.
They each escaped the edge of death.
After surviving the ordeal, the people looked at each other before turning to look behind them.
Each one was trembling with residual fear.
Then, each one turned to Jason with gratitude.
Jason stood erect before them, like a sturdy wall protecting them from any danger, and as they recalled the recent events, warmth filled the hearts of the detectives and officers.
Especially the young ones.
Their youthful, hot-blooded hearts were immediately infected.
They clenched their fists as if they had made some resolve.
Only Taniel noticed something different.
His friend’s hand, gripping the wide-bladed hatchet, was bulging with veins.
His body was still trembling slightly.
Subconsciously, Taniel took a step forward.
The young teacher from Deer Academy was about to say something when a tremendous pressure emerged out of thin air.
Taniel fell to his knees.
His consciousness was clear.
But he couldn’t control his body.
His subconscious told him it was safer to kneel, that kneeling was the right thing to do.
He immediately obeyed his inner voice and knelt upright.
However, from the corner of his eye, he kept watching his friend.
He did not know what had happened, but Taniel was sure it had something to do with his friend.
From his angle, he could see his friend’s forehead and cheeks covered in sweat, his figure swaying as if he would fall at any moment, yet he never did.
Was he resisting this pressure?
Surely only my friend could be so steadfast!
I won’t be so faint-hearted!
Feeling inspired, Taniel thought involuntarily, subconsciously trying to stand up.
However, the next moment, when the pressure increased a notch—
Taniel not only knelt upright but also smashed his head onto the ground.
He hit so hard that not only did stars appear in his vision, but his nose began to run and his eyes to tear up.
And because of the angle…
Began to flow back up, threatening to smear across his eyes.
Even though it was his own snot, Taniel still felt disgusted!
Just then, as Jason stood unmoving, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Taniel by the collar, pulling back.
Instantly, Taniel sprang up.
The snot trailing back upwards arced through the air…